I got this wonderful idea from Arleebird. This blogfest is about the 10 songs that sum up your life. Join in the fun! Here we go . . .
1.)Love Child by The Supremes
My mother dedicated this song to me when I was very young. I didn't really understand the implications then, but I do now. She was pregnant from my father, whom she loved dearly but was unable to be with him. His mother was did not approve of my mother simply because of the color of her skin. The odd thing is that both my parents are Puerto Rican. They were both born in Puerto Rico, both speak two languages but my father was light-skinned with blue eyes and my mother is dark-skinned with brown eyes. It's a shame really. I never got to know him. However, my dad (really my stepfather) raised me as his own. I suppose it all worked out in the end.
2.) Silly by Deniece Williams
My first kiss ever!!!!! I was really young. You can read about it here.
3.)Borderline- Madonna
This was the first song that began my preteen to ansty teenage years. I dressed in lace gloves, lace ribbons, black rubber bracelets, bright red lipstick and dyed my hair red for the first time. What was I thinking? However, during this time, I had my second kiss ever behind the mini-school at C. E. S. 90 in the Bronx.
4.) Love is a Battlefield- Pat Benetar
Aah. This song reminds me of my first real boyfriend. I will leave out his name but we were an on-again-off-again item for almost three years. I think I was in love with the idea of being in love rather than the individual. Hindsight is such a wonderful thing.
5.) I Think We're Alone Now- Tiffany
This song is reminiscent of my turbulent high school years that revolved around boys, school and then boys again. It was a difficult cycle to break. It would be 10 years before I could get my hormones under control. :D
6.) The Choice is Yours- Black Sheep
College years- Oh the bad choices I made. Most of these years were a blur. I went to Long Island University at C. W. Post campus and this was two years of my life- drinking, partying, playing spades (card game), up all night then going to early morning classes, crash after class and repeat cycle. Good times!
7.) Not Gon' Cry by Mary J. Blige
My first adult relationship was a failure and I felt like I just needed to bust out and find my own identity. I didn't want to just be a mom, daughter, ex-wife or care-taker. I loved my children but I really needed to find me. I started dating and looking around. This song is reminiscent of those years.
8.) Bitter by Teddy Geiger
I realized after some time that I wasn't bitter anymore and I could move on from a failed marriage. It was really hard to pick up and start again but I did it and survived.
9.) Million Dollar Bill by Whitney Houston
This is how I feel about my husband. He is my rock, my soulmate and he really makes me feel like a million bucks!
10.) Theme to Good Times by Jim Gilstrap and Blinky Williams
This is the theme song for my family, all of them. We may not have much but we are always there when needed and give what we can. They have taught me to be not only moral but conscious of my fellow man . . . and woman. They are the embodiment of "Am I my brother's keeper?" It's no wonder that there are so many of us.
Wow that was really difficult since I have so many songs that represent various periods of my life. However, this list will do for now.
This is a collection of thoughts and experiences of living in the urban jungle. Mind space is limited and my ink spilled over here. . .
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Just another lazy sunday . . .
I really didn't have a blog for today as I have been super busy with family. So, instead I have a few cute pics for you. Here we go . . .
This is my lovely daughter Ayanna during her 8th grade awards ceremony last month. They grow up so quickly, don't they.
This is Zionne's birthday cake. She is my youngest at seven years old. The woman who made this cake is actually the geometry teacher with whom I co-teach, Nicki Gonias. She is really talented.
This is Zionne looking quite sad when we were up in Ithaca, NY. She wanted to swim in the watering hole beneath the waterfall.
This is where she wanted to swim. Aren't I just horrible for not letting her and thinking of her safety? :D
Here is a close-up. I really loved this waterfall!
This is my lovely daughter Ayanna during her 8th grade awards ceremony last month. They grow up so quickly, don't they.
This is Zionne's birthday cake. She is my youngest at seven years old. The woman who made this cake is actually the geometry teacher with whom I co-teach, Nicki Gonias. She is really talented.
This is Zionne looking quite sad when we were up in Ithaca, NY. She wanted to swim in the watering hole beneath the waterfall.
This is where she wanted to swim. Aren't I just horrible for not letting her and thinking of her safety? :D
Here is a close-up. I really loved this waterfall!
Here is Zionne touching a mushroom. Since we live in NYC, we rarely ever get to see this. I know, it's just a mushroom but it was exciting to us at the time.
Here is my handsome son being silly and goofy. Who knows what goes through the mind of a teenager?
Well, that's all for now. Have a wonderful and lazy Sunday!
Saturday, July 17, 2010
City of Dreams . . .
City of Dreams, to some maybe. To me, not. The cacophony is overwhelming. Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge is a reminder of what we once were. The memories smother me. Desolate. Lonely. Inconsolable. That is all that is left of me since you have gone. In a city filled with people, I am alone.
City of dreams, to some maybe. To me, not. I place one foot in front of the other until I reach the edge. Spreading my arms out, I am free and kiss the cool blue that greets me.
City of dreams, to some maybe. To me, not.
Image courtesy of: http://www.castlegalleries.com/artists/paul_kenton/collection.asp
drabble- n. a story written in exactly 100 words.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Getting to Know You . . .
1. What is YOUR definition of sexy?
My definition of sexy is tall, dark and handsome. *winks at husband*
2. Would you rather clean up puke or change a poopy diaper?
I would rather change a diaper. Vomit is something that I just have issues with.
3. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
I think I am a little of both. I can be extroverted when at a party or out with family and friends. However, at work, I think I am an introvert. I like to keep low key and get all my work done.
4. If you had to give up one of your 5 senses for a year..which one would you give up?
I would probably give up smell. I have an affinity for all the other senses.
5. Cake or Pie?
I can't decide. I love them both!
6. If you could play any character on TV (old or current) who would you play?
I would love to play Micah on Warehouse 13. I think she has the coolest job in the world working with magically mystical and historical objects.
7. My favorite website is.....?
Unfortunately, I will have to say Facebook. I just can't stay off of it when at home. I like the networking, the hooking up with friends that you haven't seen in forever, and getting out an announcement to the family quickly.
8. The highlight of my day is....?
When I can lay in my husband's arms and talk about our day. It's very relaxing and a relief to de-stress.
I got this little fun activity from Mannland5 so head on over there and copy/ paste the questions. So send me a link to your blog in your comment because I'd like to get to know you too!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream
To Sleep, Perchance To Dream
What a sweet relief it would be to sleep eternally and dream. My body is tired. I am terminally ill from appointments, lab tests, lab results, HMO's, the revolving door of physicians who, in the end, cannot help me. I trudge from building to building, office to office and laboratory to laboratory. To what purpose? I am dying. I am in that moribund state of limbo. I am neither dead nor am I truly living. What a sweet relief it would be to sleep eternally and dream. To sleep, perchance to dream.
For more on dreams and writing, check out Burrowers, Books & Balderdash.
drabble- n. A story written in exactly 100 words.
"To sleep, perchance to dream," Act 3 scene 1 lines 65-66 , Hamlet by William Shakespeare.
Image courtesy of: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Darcy_white_dreams.jpg
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Rhythm
Rhythm
The rhythm courses through our bodies with a tempo equivalent to our desire. Sweat moves without obstruction down my breasts. Your smell clings to my skin and mingles with my own musk. The heat emanating off your body infuses me with a passion barely contained. My hips mimick and mirror your every move. I wrap my leg around you and I almost feel you within, enticing with what is to come. Holding me close, just a hair width apart, you encircle my entire body with your sexuality. Hearts beating rapidly, the music slows and you carry me to bed.
Image courtesy of: Tango Rouge by Hamish Blakely http://www.castlegalleries.com/artists/hamish_blakely/collection.asp
drabble- n. story written in exactly 100 words.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Whose round is it anyway?
"Hey Bobby!" Danny calls as he enters the bar on Broome Street.
"Hmm." Bobby replies with little enthusiasm. He continues to read the paper. His contempt grows with every second.
"It's been a helluva day. Two people called out at the last minute. The rest of us had to pull up the freakin' slack," Danny says as he slides into the barstool beside Bobby.
"Yeah, that sucks," and turns his attention back to the paper. Bobby tenses up as he knows Danny will ask the same question he does everyday.
"So Bobby, whose round is it anyway?"
Damn moocher.
Image courtesy of: "Whose round is it Anyway?" Alexander Miller http://www.castlegalleries.com/artists/alexander_millar/collection.asp
drabble- n. a story written in exactly 100 words.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Househunting
Some of the individuals we encountered, seemed as though they were written into some comedic, fictional novel. One man had all of the archetypal sleazy salesman characteristics. I swear that when I saw him, he reminded me of a king cobra. I kid you not. Another person was a woman with a big flowery dress, matronly, kind and very polite. She reminded me of the sweet old grand And yet another example, this time a couple, were the "opposites attract" incarnate.
I realized that all of the people I met could have been a basis for several characters in my WIP's. It was like a light bulb went off and Eureka! I hit gold. I promptly went to my computer and looked for character descriptions so that I could insert several adjectives. This helped to define my characters and give them more of an appeal to readers since the readers will be able to make a connection.
Needless to say, out of the twenty homes we viewed, we liked two and three were "maybe's." Not very promising. I've made a new list and plan to do it all over again this weekend. But on the positive side, I will probably gain more material for the WIP's through all of the people I will encounter.
*crosses fingers*
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Toxicity and Drabble Challenges
On Friday, during the early morning, I encountered a truly toxic individual. I was really good about it too. I did not react to what was told to me and I did not jump to conclusions and tell them off like I would normally do. I contemplated my next steps, shared the situation with my husband on the commute home, and replayed in my mind all the various ways that the scene could have played out differently.
Yesterday, I realized that all this was wasted energy. I really don't care what this person says or thinks about me. I am a person who generally gets along with everyone and I am very easy to work with. Why then did I waste all this time on a person who really has no impact on my life? Well, the answer is: I am a problem solver. I see conflict or any type of dilemma and my mind races to find a way to balance it out. Kind of like an algebraic equation.
**FYI- The one up above, is the quadratic formula used when solving for x when you are unable to factor binomials.**
Well, I decided that Monday I will ask this person if they have a problem. If not, I will let it go. If so, then I will try to resolve or just cut the person off completely. I don't need negativity in my life. I get enough of that from the rest of the world.
On a more positive note . . .
Today the Burrowers, my very supportive Writers' group, is hosting a drabble challenge. We post the image and you write a story in exactly 100 words. Please visit here. Happy writing everyone!
Yesterday, I realized that all this was wasted energy. I really don't care what this person says or thinks about me. I am a person who generally gets along with everyone and I am very easy to work with. Why then did I waste all this time on a person who really has no impact on my life? Well, the answer is: I am a problem solver. I see conflict or any type of dilemma and my mind races to find a way to balance it out. Kind of like an algebraic equation.
**FYI- The one up above, is the quadratic formula used when solving for x when you are unable to factor binomials.**
Well, I decided that Monday I will ask this person if they have a problem. If not, I will let it go. If so, then I will try to resolve or just cut the person off completely. I don't need negativity in my life. I get enough of that from the rest of the world.
On a more positive note . . .
Today the Burrowers, my very supportive Writers' group, is hosting a drabble challenge. We post the image and you write a story in exactly 100 words. Please visit here. Happy writing everyone!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Nonage
Not able to drive.
Not able to drink.
I am so deprived
I must see a shrink.
M for mature
I cannot procure
For I am immature
and its all just manure.
I find myself tired
Because I cannot get hired
At places of leisure
I am liable to have seizures.
This bane is not mine
For I am not inclined
To succumb or subjugate
To adults that are irrate.
I have already foreseen
A time when I glean
The power unseen
Beyond the age of a teen.
This is not at all fair
Nor do I care
This belief I foreswear
As I stand and I glare.
My parents are lame
The world is insane
I need to refrain
From the feeling to blame.
drabble- n. story written in exactly 100 words.
nonage- adj. The period during which one is legally underage.
*This one is somewhat Dr. Seuss-ish.*
Not able to drink.
I am so deprived
I must see a shrink.
M for mature
I cannot procure
For I am immature
and its all just manure.
I find myself tired
Because I cannot get hired
At places of leisure
I am liable to have seizures.
This bane is not mine
For I am not inclined
To succumb or subjugate
To adults that are irrate.
I have already foreseen
A time when I glean
The power unseen
Beyond the age of a teen.
This is not at all fair
Nor do I care
This belief I foreswear
As I stand and I glare.
My parents are lame
The world is insane
I need to refrain
From the feeling to blame.
drabble- n. story written in exactly 100 words.
nonage- adj. The period during which one is legally underage.
*This one is somewhat Dr. Seuss-ish.*
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